Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Oh, Lordy

Last night Alastair was wearing underwear (big step!). He'd stood up off the potty and was attempting to pull them up by himself, when they stopped dead on his boy-bits. He tugged and tugged, then looked at me and said, "I have a big pee-pee".

I thought we'd at least get to the pre-teen years before obsessing over the size of our genitals.

Don't put that off on your boy. I have a vivid memory of standing in the church parking lot with you handing me an ultrasound picture that showed that you were having a boy. You were very pleased with how obvious it was.